Silver Pinion

It wasn't the puppet master driving the birds further south? Then who stands here in this shadow passing flowers through a black ho...

Incandescent the way the light houses are guarded by memory. to love what is now set a fire inside yrself & kiss the dead bud...

Sky is Raining Coyotes by Ricky Armendariz EXTREMITIES Through the open window coyotes enter my skull. They pick at the mind with ...

Summer by Frank Lobdell FAREWELL, SPRING Daylight strings in fissures of fear & joy streetwalk settling pushers pimps cabbies...

How the voice bends — were we not born to love & die easily as a desert opens palms, the contour of sorrow faded into peaks of ch...